Names again

One thing I find hard to get used to in England is the use of titles. Filling out Mr., Mrs. or Ms. when you book your flight tickets is one thing, and it’s quite alright, although I don’t really see the point. However, here titles are so much more important. We we’re at a dinner party a few months ago, and everyone was so excited because lady X would be there. Yes, I can see why people would get excited if she’s a really nice and funny/interesting/whatever person (which she was, so fair enough), but not just because of a title.

One of the weirdest things in my eyes, is when people (strangers) call you ‘love’. What? I have never even met you before. You don’t know me, and I definitely don’t love you! I’m also trying to get used to being called madam (or worse, ma’am) in stores. It makes me feel like am 60. I felt just as bad when, at a party with some of Tim’s clients, I was called Mrs. Bolton. Excuse me? Mrs. Bolton is Tim’s mum, that is so not me! All of a sudden, I felt absolutely ancient, and rather diminished. So now, if nothing else, I have to hurry up with my thesis so that I can at least be Dr. Bolton.